This is our spot

What a gift last week, summer in May!  Once the thermometer rose a bit over 80 degrees, we went to our spot.  In our urban dwelling, only a short bike ride away, there lies a little beach on a big lake that we return to every summer.  We set out our blanket and towels and I slowly began to recognize most of the folks surrounding us.  Here was a community of lake dwellers that I have known for nearly a decade.  I don't know many of their names but I know the elderly gentleman that sits in his chair and reads or swims, the father that swims across the lake, then joins his teenage son for splashing games or Bev, my favorite eighty year old that hangs her clothes in the trees while she swims across the lake and back (even if it takes her almost 2 hours.)  In my childhood, I remember the people that surrounded my childhood watering hole.  I see them as adults now returning with their families when we visit back east.  It's timeless and I don't want to take it for granted.  This will be what my children will remember.  The way the sand feels in their fingers and toes.  The way the sun shines here and where there is shade.  The other beings experiencing the grass for the first time in their lives.  The change in surface temperature of the water on their torsos as they wade in deeper.  Come to think about it, they have been experiencing it since before they were breathing air.  This is our spot.  Welcome.  I'd love to hear about yours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(August 2006 photo by Taho)